• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 11
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Toxicity of the Antiquity

Looking pristine and pure
Who would think of what's bubbling just under the surface
Perfection perpetuated
The risks of any flaws being exposed could send the most delicate to come crashing down
Shards flying everywhere cutting and stinging anyone crossing their path
Stay clear in fear
Be brave and help pick up the pieces
Souls will become whole
Both theirs and yours